"Fuck," he swore softly as Billy rocked and rolled his hips to meet him. "You gotta promise you'll tell me to stop if it's too much."

He didn't want to stop but already he could feel himself rushing toward the edge, the want ramping higher with every brush of Billy's fingers and sinuous roll of his hips. He knew he should reign himself in, pull back from the edge of immediate satisfaction so that he could really give it to his partner once Billy recovered a little more.

"Go get the water running babe," he murmured in between kisses to Billy's throat, mapping out every inch. "I wanna grab the stuff from my bag, we need lube."